Many years ago, when our Tyler first depl*yed, we had traveled for a visit with my in-loves. I will never forget my mom-in-love saying to me, "I found some yellow ribbon, I want to get it up outside - I want to be sure everyone knows we want our Tyler coming home. Can you help me get it up?"
Slowly and lovingly we put the yellow ribbons up. My mom-in-love's hands showing the signs of years of arthritis taking it's toll. It was a tedious project.
They never took the ribbons down.
My father-in-love went home to be with Jesus.
The yellow ribbons remained.
Maybe no one noticed it.
But I prefer to believe the yellow ribbons remained as their way of saying, "We are so proud of you Tyler. And precious grandson, we need you to always, always, always come back."
A couple of years passed and Dw's sweet mom went into a nursing home.
The yellow ribbons remained intact.
And then in March my mom-in-love joined my sweet dad-in-love in heaven. They had been married 70+ years when he passed away.
When we arrived Wednesday night and saw the old, tired yellow ribbons still hanging, knowing how she had tenderly made sure the ribbons hung, and now with our Tyler currently on his 6th depl*yment, our eyes welled with tears.
Lovingly hung many years before, for their grandson, our son.
So grateful for my in-loves love for us and their grandson.
So thankful for our military and their spouses.
Always proud to be an American.